Notes: For the 30 days of writing challenge on tumblr. Note that this chapter contains sexual content. Oops?
Title: to save my own
Fandom: The Avengers
Pairing: Thor/Bruce
Rating: r
Prompt: diamond
Words: 766 words

to save my own

Thor always came away from his sparring sessions with any of the other Avengers without a scratch on him. He sometimes came away with a sheen of sweat on his brow, but that was it. And whenever Tony convinced him to spar, it was always Tony who came away with bruises.

The adrenalin still pumping through his veins meant that Bruce got to enjoy the benefits. Thor would come to him, still sweaty and full of energy and pull Bruce up against him and kiss him breathless.

Bruce smiled and smoothed his hands up Thor's chest, "What's up?"

Grinning in response, Thor gently took Bruce's hands in his and began leading him out of the lab and toward their bedroom, "I have some energy that I believe would be better put to use in private."

Flushing, Bruce managed not to look away, "Is this how you always celebrate a successful sparring session? By having sex?"

"Only with you," Thor replied, tugging Bruce into the safety of their bedroom. He, almost immediately, had Bruce pinned up against the door and off his feet. He pressed a kiss just under Bruce's chin, making Bruce shiver and arch against him.

Winding his legs around Thor's waist, Bruce tilted his head back. His hands scrambled to grab onto Thor's shoulders and fisted in the material of his tee; he missed the armour. Bruce flushed to admit it, but there was something incredibly arousing about stripping Thor out of his armour, even if he didn't always get to remove it all himself.

Bruce didn't think that he'd ever get used to seeing Thor in casual clothes that weren't from Asgard. It was just... jarring. Thor never quite looked like he belonged; he radiated alienness and Bruce found himself incredibly attracted to that. It was still hard to believe, sometimes, that Thor wanted him.

Thor's mouth on his neck and his warm, large, callused hands pushing Bruce's shirt up and over his head, brought him back to reality. Fingers eagerly traced over lean muscle and scars, easily finding the most sensitive spots that made Bruce gasp and arch up and shiver. It didn't take too long until Bruce was panting and leaning against the wall while he fought for breath.

Somewhere along the line, Bruce had lost his pants and underwear which, in his opinion, was supremely unfair because the only thing that Thor had lost was his shoes. Thor's hands were wrapped around his waist, thumbs stroking along Bruce's hip bones.

"How come I'm the only one naked here?" Bruce managed to get out. There was a fine sheen of sweat on his skin and his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath. He raised his hands to grab at Thor's tee and tug at it. "That's not fair at all."

Thor smirked, "Perhaps I just enjoy seeing you like this."

Blushing, Bruce glanced down. He didn't really see anything impressive about himself – he was painfully average, especially compared to Thor or any of the others – but then Thor's hand was around his cock and coherent thought fled.

Thor knew exactly how to stroke Bruce, when to rub his thumb over the head of Bruce's cock, and it didn't take long until Bruce was moaning and trembling. Bruce curled his toes, hands scrambling for purchase against the wall. He found none and instead grabbed at Thor's shoulders, back arching as Thor brought him easily to orgasm.

Panting and floating in his post-orgasmic haze, Bruce grabbed Thor's wrist. He was trembling as he pulled Thor's hand up, sliding his tongue along those long fingers, cleaning them of his own cum. Personally, he didn't like the taste of it as much as he did Thor's, but wrapping his lips around Thor's fingers and sucking made up for that.

Thor shuddered in response, lips quirking up at the corners when Bruce peeked up at him from under his lashes.

Pulling back and leaving a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Thor's fingers before it snapped, Bruce smiled, "How about we take this somewhere a little more comfortable?"

Thor leaned in and licked away the little dribble of saliva at the corner of Bruce's mouth. His breath was hot against Bruce's lips, "I do believe that I could take you right here. If that was what you desired."

"Well, as nice as that sounds..." His cheeks were already flushed from his orgasm, but they warmed more. He leaned in to rest his forehead against Thor's as he continued and shyly met Thor's eyes. "I would like it more if you... took me to bed."

"That can be arranged," Thor said, carrying Bruce to bed. "Your wish is my command."

FIN.